Quotes About Regret

O! pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,That I am meek and gentle with these butchers;Thou art the ruins of the noblest manThat ever lived in the tide of times.

But yet the pity of it, Iago! O! Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?

Nymph, in thy orisonsBe all my sins remember'd.

I have liv'd long enough: my way of lifeIs fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;And that which should accompany old age,As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends,I must not look to have; but, in their stead,Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honor, breath,Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

Some of us will smart for it.

If you remember'st not the slightest follyThat ever love did make thee run into,Thou hast not lov'd.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear times' waste.

The day will come that thou shalt wish for meTo help thee curse this pois'nous bunch-back'd toad.

If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

We have seen better days.

I could have better spar'd a better man.

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.

Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.

The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

What's done can't be undone.

The swift years slip and slide adown the steep; The slow years pass; neither will come again.

No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.

would not be for the sake of a woman five years dead whose image in my mind was now as evanescent as the smell of lavender in an old drawer.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

What the hell was I doing letting you anywhere near a journalist? It's like giving a seal pup to a shark.

The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills.

Perhaps the biggest obstacle is an internal resistance or no to life as it is: we regret the past, worry about the future, and reject our present circumstances. The key to staying in the zone is to let go of this internal resistance and accept the past, trust the future, and embrace the present, just as they are. The key, in other words, is to say yes to life.

Trzeba si? pilnowa?, bo inaczej ani si? cz?owiek obejrzy, a ju? zaczyna ka?dego ?a?owa? i w ko?cu nie ma komu w mord? da?